Claimed in CHAOS (CKMC Book 4)

by Linny Lawless

  “Ok, good,” She left her chair, “Go ahead and start reading the first chapter - out loud. I’m just going to make me some tea.”

  “’One, Lucy looks into a Wardrobe. Once there were four children whose names were… Peter, Susan, Ed… Mund. And Lucy. This story is about – “

  Jackie’s arms came over my shoulders, her hands dipping into the front of my sweaty t-shirt, “You are a fine-looking sexy young man, Noah.” She whispered against my ear.

  Jackie brushed both her hands down across my nipples, snaking down further. I felt her tits pressed up against my back. “Have you ever made love to an older woman before?”

  I pulled her hands out of my shirt. She stepped back as I was out of the chair. She was on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.

  I shut my eyes and froze. I was sitting in Mrs. Taylor’s desk chair all over again. My teenage dick hard as she rode me, the chair creaking and rocking…

  I twisted away from her mouth. Seizing her arms, I shoved her away “No Jackie.”

  “You don’t need to pay me for my services anymore. I can teach you to read and you can have my body anyway you want it.”

  “Fuck!”

  She jumped. Her brows shot up, and clutching her robe closed she stepped back, “But I thought… All this time, you’ve been sending me that vibe Noah!”

  I turned, snatched my book off the table and left. Before I climbed back in the truck, I slammed my fists into the door panel, scraping up my knuckles. The rear tires on my truck left burnt rubber as I sped out of Jackie’s neighborhood.

  I was sitting at some shit hole bar somewhere far from the Crow Bar and even farther from the clubhouse. It’s where I ended up after hauling ass away from Jackie.

  I failed at reading, I failed at school, I fucked my school teacher Well…she fucked me, I dropped out of school. I was stupid. I was a total failure at everything.

  Kat’s name lit up my phone and after few mugs of beer and way too many shots of whiskey, I couldn’t talk to her and I was too numb to even answer it. It lit up a few more times. Three voice mails. Then a text.

  The girl behind the bar was chewing gum and blew a pink bubble, “You want another shot honey?”

  I leaned back, feeling a bit dizzy. My knuckles were raw and I was shit-faced. “Sure. Why the fuck not.” I slurred.

  Someone wrapped my arm around their shoulder, pulling the barstool out, “Come on, Brother. Taking you home.”

  The sun coming through the window made my head throb. I opened my eyes to find myself laying on my couch. Kat laid next to me asleep, snoring quietly. I didn’t remember anything from the night before. Except speeding away from Jackie’s house and planting my ass on a bar stool to drink myself to oblivion.

  Kat mewed and opened her eyes. My throat was dry as a desert. “How did you get me home?” was all I could croak out.

  “I called Sam and James and asked where you could have gone other than the Crow Bar or the clubhouse. Wez came with me. He paid your tab, then put you in my car. He rode your bike here to your place.” She sat up, her eyes full of sadness, “You wouldn’t answer my calls or text last night. What happened Noah? Me and Wez saw the dents in the door of your truck… And your knuckles are raw and bleeding.”

  I pressed my palms into my eye sockets, “Jackie came on to me. Wanted to trade sex for tutoring me. I turned her down and hauled ass out of her neighborhood. Thank the fuck she didn’t call the law on me. You never know what a woman like that has running through her mind.”

  Kat’s head titled, smiling down at me “I love you Noah, and I trust you. You didn’t have to go and get yourself shit-faced drunk because of it. You could have told me.”

  “It’s not just that. Remember when I told you I’d done things in my past?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I fucked my English teacher in high school. Well, she fucked me. I was sixteen. And a virgin. There was another teacher too. Mr. Lorenzo. He didn’t fuck me, but he sure did try to get down my pants a few times though.”

  The look of pain and a bit of anger in Kat’s eyes at that moment was like a dagger in the chest. “Oh Noah!” She started to sob, clinging to me then.

  “Shh. Don’t cry Kitten.”

  “Have you ever told anyone what happened to you?”

  “Nah. Not even the guys I hung with in school. You’d think I would have, but I didn’t. Just didn’t feel like it was something to brag about. So, there you have it. Wez is right. I am a fucking slut.”

  Kat gripped my shirt, “Damnit no you are not! You are a man with a huge heart! You were taken advantage of at such a young age, and you didn’t brag about it to your friends. Do you think I’m a slut because Stuart attacked me?”

  I jumped up “Fuck no!”

  “Well then, see? Now forget about Jackie. I don’t have a college degree, and no teaching credentials, but I’ll help you learn to read Noah.”

  Tears streamed down Kat’s cheeks and I wiped them away, stroking her soft skin. “I would like that.” I covered her lips with mine, pulling her into me, gripping her gorgeous dark brown hair into my fist.

  Kat

  It was Bike Week and the club rode in a group, for three hours, taking breaks along the way to the coast. Thousands of people rode in for the event, and the bars were packed and all you could see was leather, jeans, and motorcycles. Vendor tents were set up in parking lots, selling t-shirts, bike parts, souvenirs - anything and everything tailored to bikers. There was nothing like the feeling of riding on the back of Noah’s chopper and being part of his club for the week-long event.

  The club stayed together and booked rooms at an old motel near the boardwalk. Smelling the salty sea air as we all rode down the main coastal highway, with the sound of thundering pipes all day and all night was exhilarating. I was so turned on, clinging to Noah, feeling so proud of being his ole lady at Bike Week.

  The first night, we walked on the beach together, just the two of us. The waves crashed, as the wind whipped through our hair. I took my flip-flops off, padding along the wet sand feeling it smashed between my toes as I walked beside Noah. He held my hand, but stopped, pulling me into his big strong arms, “I would love to make out with you right here on this beach, Kitten.” He dipped down and kissed me.

  We held each other in silence, listening to the wind and the waves crashing on the sand, feeling like we were the only human beings on the planet.

  I could see his handsome smile even in the darkness, the full moon the only light illuminating us. “I’ve held myself back for too long. To the point that I was going over a cliff. But now I don’t care if I fall, because I’m falling hard. I love you Kat. You belong with me.”

  I swallowed back tears of happiness, “I know.”

  Spending Bike Week together with the Chaos Kings MC was a happy moment for both of us. Nothing or no one could break us apart. At least that’s what I thought.

  After the incredible week we had, I was back in the bookstore with Sam. She gave off that motherly glow as she rung up a customer at the front counter of the bookstore. Just when I thought James couldn’t appear any larger next to his Rabbit, he was larger than life, with so much love and pride on his face when he was next to her. You could only feel love when seeing them look at each other.

  The Chaos Kings MC packed up the following weekend to ride to the annual Bike Week along the ocean coast of eastern Maryland. Since Sam was pregnant, her and James stayed home, and she helped out at the bookstore, training a new high school kid, Kenny, who needed summer work.

  “So, tell me all about Bike Week. I need to live vicariously through you for a while Kat.” Sam helped me at the counter as Kenny, helped an elderly woman find the Harlequin Romance section in the store.

  “Well you know what they say. What happens at Bike Week stays at Bike Week!”

  “Oh, come on Kat! I bet you were probably one of the wildest biker chicks there!”

  I never saw myself as a biker chick until Sam just said it. I
was light on my feet all week, with feelings of giddiness. When Noah told said he loved me was the highlight of the whole weekend. “Well, I did dance on top of one of the bars with Fiona!”

  “Hell yeah!”

  “Noah and Gunner, well the whole club, kept their eyes on us, but you could tell how proud they were. All the other bikers were hollering and whooping, at their women! Me and Fiona loved it!”

  The little bells on the door jingled just then as Noah walked in. He was still wearing his hard hat, “Hi, Sam. “Kat, we need to talk.”

  “Is everything ok?”

  “No. Not really.”

  He followed me to the back office and shut the door behind him. I jumped as he pulled his hard hat off, slamming it against the wall.

  “Noah! What’s wrong?”

  “Becky came to the job site today. She’s pregnant. It’s mine.”

  I felt the blood drain from my face. My knees almost buckled, like a rug being pulled from under my feet. I staggered back, landing on the desk. “Are you sure?”

  “No. I’m not, but I’m going to find out.”

  I was suddenly clinging to him and broke down.

  “I’m sorry, Kat. I sure as fuck didn’t plan this, you know that. Becky said she loves me. She wants to be together. For the baby.”

  “Yes. I know. And you are a good man. You need to do what’s right.”

  “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Kat. But you deserve so much more than what I can give you.”

  I pulled away, “What?”

  “I love you Kat. I will always love you. You’re what’s pure in my life. What’s honest and true. But I have to let you go.” My lips trembled as he leaned in and kissed me so gentle, and then turned and left.

  “But you belong with me…”

  Magnet

  I held Becky the next day, as she cried, telling her that we’d work this out, and that I was there for her. She blamed her emotional outburst on her hormones, and the pregnancy. I should’ve gone with Becky to her first doctor’s appointment, but she only wanted Brandy there and honestly – I didn’t really want to go. It didn’t take long for Becky to move into my place. Within a week, she had packed her things and moved out of the apartment she shared with Brandy. And she was back in my bed too.

  Becky latched on to me all night the first night and I missed Kat so fucking much my chest hurt. I loved her. And I was falling off that cliff.

  Brandy would come by, and we all three ended up in bed together, just like old times. It was a struggle to get my dick hard, but I was quick, getting them both off. I crept out of my bed and jacked off in the bathroom. The only images I had as I squeezed my eyes shut were of Kat, the taste of her lips, her soft skin and the feel of her tight wet pussy. I shot my load in the bathroom sink, remembering her crying out my name as she came on my dick or on my tongue as I tortured and caressed every part of her beautiful body.

  I crushed Kat that day, leaving her there alone in that office. The same office we fucked in the very first time. I let go of the only woman who knew the real me. But Kat deserved someone who would be able to give her everything she ever wanted. Not someone like me, a total failure, a whore and a half-wit. I did exactly what Ratchet told me NOT to do. But how can anyone blame me. I wanted Kat the moment she fell into my arms that day in the bookstore.

  After one week, I thought the pain would get less but it didn’t. Not seeing Kat, touching her, hearing her voice was like an open wound that wouldn’t heal. I had to go out after work and get to the clubhouse, to be with my club brothers and to get away from Becky and Brandy.

  “But I should be with you tonight Magnet!” Brandy was in a rare mood that Friday night. She stood next to my chopper as I climbed on. Her hip jutted out, her arms folded in front of her, glaring and pouting.

  I buckled my lid, put on the shades and started it up. The yellow beast roared to life. “Well you’re not riding on the bike. You’re pregnant for fucks sake Becky!”

  I twisted the throttle and high tailed it out of my neighborhood, chomping at the bit for several shots of whatever poison was behind the bar at the clubhouse.

  Kat

  Noah took a piece of me with him when he left the store that day. Images came flooding back to me: us on the desk, Noah buried deep inside me as I claimed him as mine; the look on his face as he came in my mouth that first time. I fell to the floor and began to cry. Sam watched Magnet hurry out of the store. I saw the look on her face as I dragged myself out of the back office. She was worried. I collapsed into her arms and told her what happened. She agreed to cover my shift so that I could go home.

  I rushed home just so I could cry in my mother’s arms. All I wanted to do was sleep in my bed. My mother held me tight and soothed me as I sobbed uncontrollably.

  I didn’t know it then, but I fell in love with Noah the first time I laid eyes on him. My heart was doomed from that moment on. But how can you deny what your heart wants? Even when you know that your heart will break? I was empty inside. I couldn’t eat anything. How could I? Noah had that charismatic aura surrounding him and he made my heart skip a beat every time. I was breathless when I kissed and touched him.

  All week long I held onto my phone, hoping and wishing Noah would call or text. He never did.

  Lillian took me out for happy hour to a bar just outside of Washington DC, where business, IT, and sales people went after work. We were surrounded by people dressed in suits and pencil skirts. I drank martinis (Lillian’s favorite) with her in an attempt to numb myself from the pain.

  “Kat, I’m really, really sorry about what happened… I don’t even know what to say.” I was grateful for Lillian’s recent change of heart and was even beginning to like this new and improved version of my stepsister.

  “Thanks Lillian.”

  “Who is this woman anyway? I highly doubt she has any class. At all.”

  “Her name is Becky. She hates me. I never cared, of course. She staked her claim on Noah way before I came into the picture. I guess she finally won.”

  “She did not win, Kat!” Lillian’s eyes burned with fire, revealing another side of her I’d never seen before. “Noah loves you! This Becky chick thinks she can dig her claws into him by getting pregnant? She knows he’s a good man and wouldn’t abandon his child so she did the most horrible thing a woman can do to a man: she trapped him!”

  I felt like an empty shell, and the only thing inside me was sadness. After a few martinis, those feelings of emptiness turned into anger. “I hope he hurts just as much as I do right now!”

  “I think I know a way to make Noah open his eyes and realize that he made the wrong choice.”

  “How?”

  “Make him jealous Kat! That gets them every time.”

  “I don’t know how to play that game.”

  Lillian smirked and rubbed my arm, “I’ll teach you, sis.”

  I was dressed in jeans and boots as I waited in front of my house for Wez to pick me up on his bike. I was so nervous because I had only ridden with Noah. I smiled as Wez pulled up on his black Harley and planted his feet down. He twisted the throttle, revving the engine a few times and smirked. “Hop on darlin!”

  I strapped on the new helmet I bought a few days ago, plus my shades and climbed on behind him. The pad I sat on was similar to the one on Noah’s chopper, but everything else about Wez’s motorcycle was different. Wez’s bike was painted a flat black with red wheels and high handle bars. “HARDCORE” was painted in gothic letters on both sides of his tank.

  I wrapped my arms around his waist, “If I forget to tell you, thank you having me ride along with you Wez!”

  He patted my hands that were pressed against his hard stomach, “No problem Kat. It’s a brilliant idea. Now let’s go make Magnet wake the fuck up!”

  After drinking a few martinis with Lillian, we called Sam and told her about our plan. Ratchet had no problem getting Wez on the phone to ask if he was up for it too. As Wez pulled up into the clubhouse l
ot with me riding on the back, all eyes turned to us. But the only reaction I wanted to see was Noah’s.

  It had been two weeks since I last saw him. His eyes bore into both me and Wez the moment we pulled in. “I think we got the reaction we were hoping for, darlin’.” Wez grumbled to me as he kicked his stand down and I climbed off.

  By the time my helmet was off, Noah was there, and he punched Wez right in the mouth. Wez wiped his bloody lip with the back of his tattooed hand and grinned, “I hope that was the best you can do brother, cause that’s the last one your throwin’.”

  “Stop! Noah! I asked Wez if I could ride with him!”

  He turned to me his lips flat, his eyes glaring, “Did you fuck him too?”

  I shoved him, but he didn’t move, “How can you even say that to me!” I spun and marched toward the clubhouse.

  He caught me by the arm, spinning me around, “Goddammit Kat!” I was suddenly lifted up off my feet with my stomach landing on his broad shoulder. “We need to talk. Right fucking now!”

  I heard clapping and chuckles from Noah’s brothers as he carried me to the same room he carried me in before. Placing me back on my feet, he slammed the door and stalked toward me. I couldn’t move. He shoved me against the wall. He pinned my arms up above me, slamming his hips into my stomach, “I don’t want to EVER see you on another man’s bike! Ever!”

  I held my chin high, glaring back at him, “Why the fuck not?”

  “Because you belong to me!” he smashed his mouth on my lips hard, as his big hand wrapped into my hair, and pulled to drive his tongue into my mouth, devouring me, claiming me.